[center][hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=a187be]Kyra[/color][/i][/b][/h3][b][color=82ca9d]Location:[/color][/b] Gorlf Northern Territory
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Keystone
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	Kyra looked over towards Cremwise and nearly chucked the first thing she could get her hands on at the man. Shaking her head she glanced over towards Keystone and understood exactly the frustration he was going through right then. That was one of those things that really could have been wonderful to know a day or two before. [color=a187be]"Anything else you want to tell us?"[/color] she asked in a rather snappish fashion as she crossed her arms over her chest and took a step closer to the man. 

	"No, nothing," he stammered quickly as he held his hands up. Krya wasn't buying it. Shaking her head she turned and made her way closer to Keystone, getting probably a bit closer than was comfortable for either of them but she didn't exactly want to be heard right then. So she leaned in close and whispered against his ear. 

	[color=a187be]"Am I the only one who thinks it is about time we knew exactly what we were protecting?"[/color] she said in the softest of voices, ensuring that no one but Keystone would hear her. Leaning back and her eyes darting over towards Cremwise as the man picked through his inner pockets and pulled out a pipe and lit it up, taking a few long puffs from it. 

	It all seemed odd to her that they were this far into the trip and still had no idea what was in the wagon, he kept everything tightly under wraps but now suddenly was pulling out wood for them to use. He could have pulled that out two days ago and made things a lot easier, but no. He waited until now. Sure, they had started this whole thing by being told they didn't need to know what was in it but with everything that was happening Kyra was less inclined to keep everything in the unknown. Multiple Orcs coming out of the wood work, which was fine and well enough; that was to be expected. All these other wanderers were not something she had counted on. 

	That all compiled with the fact that now they were having more mouths to feed and none of the new comers knew exactly what was up and were in a way at least providing a meat shield if not protection to whatever was in the back of the wagon. Yeah, it wasn't sitting well with the white haired ranger. She glanced around a bit before looking back over towards Keystone and cocking a brow over one eye. [color=a187be]"Should we?"[/color] she asked, wanting the pugilists opinion on the matter before she just said fuck it and started tearing open crates to see exactly what was laying within them.